Skipped At The Altar, Taken By His Uncle novel Chapter 200

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PrimeBridge Law Firm and Harris Group were gathering at locations just a hundred meters apart

But by the time Whitney got there, the Harris Group buses had already started leaving one after another.

Whitney just stood there, not saying a word.

Klein let the window down with effortless cool. “Well, look who it is? Ms. Moore! What are you doing here all alone?”

Ryan rubbed his nose, playing along. “Mr. Harris, Mr. Barton said their bus was full, so he asked if Ms. Moore could ride with

us.*

Klein flashed a playful smile, his lashes fluttering. “Looks like the buses just left. Guess you’re stuck with us now.

Whitney let out an awkward chuckle as she climbed in, and the first thing she did was give Klein a sharp pinch on the waist.

Ryan turned around with a bright grin. “Mrs. Harris, Mr. Harris said you don’t want your relationship out in the open, so I guess I’ll just stick to calling you by your name for now.”

Whitney gave an embarrassed smile. “Okay, it’s no big deal. Ryan, I actually prefer it this way.”

After that, she shot Klein a glare.

‘Why does Klein have to blab about everything?’ Whitney thought.

Marco, ever the considerate driver, raised the partition between the front and back seats.

As soon as it slid up, Whitney squeezed Klein’s cheeks and muttered just for him, “You’re so annoying!”

Klein leaned in and stole a quick kiss. “You smell so good!”

Worried he’d try something else, Whitney grabbed his hands. “Cut it out.”

‘Hey, there’s someone else here,’ she reminded herself.

Klein, for once, actually settled down like she asked.

“Alright, get some sleep. We’ve still got two hours to go,” he said.

Whitney reclined her seat, used Klein’s designer suit as a blanket, and slept the whole journey.

As they were nearing their destination, Ryan softly reminded her.

Whitney rubbed her eyes, tossed the suit back to Klein without a second thought, and stretched herself.

Klein looked at his now wrinkled suit and raised his eyebrows.

When Whitney got out of the car, she realized they were actually the last ones to arrive.

Valerie was standing by the PrimeBridge Law Firm group, waving enthusiastically at Whitney.

Whitney jogged over to her.

“Whitney, you okay? Bet you were freaking out riding with Mr. Harris!” Valerie joked.

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tordault. He wouldn’t splurge on another bus. They’ve got seven huge coaches, while we re muck with seven

arts Valerie grumbled.

Whitney smiled. Honestly, it was fine. Ryan was there to, and he’s really nice.

Ryan, standing nearby, jumped and blurted out. “Mr. Harris, it’s not like that! I swear, there’s nothing going on between the and Mrs….

Tm innocent Ryan panicked.

Klein shot him a sideways glare and let out a soft snort.

The tents at the campsite were already set up, and everyone had their tent assignments in advance. Whitney picked up her name tag and went off to find her tent.

Ryan was in the tent right next to hers. As for the other side, she already knew exactly who it was.

Whitney couldn’t help but feel like an undercover agent inside the Harris Group.

First the tent assignments put her with them, and then she even had to share a ride.

Whitney couldn’t help but worry people might start gossiping.

To her surprise, when Whitney checked the group

chat…

[Poor Whitney, always getting separated from us.]

[Don’t worry. We’ll all be together for the bonfire games tonight. @Whitney]

[@Whitney, looks like your tent is right next to Mr. Harris’s. Can you record him snoring at night for us?]

[How bold! You’ve got a death wish, huh? So sure Mr. Harris shores?]

Whitney had just typed out “He doesn’t snore,” but quickly deleted it before hitting send.

‘Damn, that was close. I almost sent it, Whitney thought, her heart pounding.

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Harris Group brought just around a hundred people, mostly from the secretarial and admin teams.

PrimeBridge Law Firm sent their whole crew, but they still couldn’t match the numbers from just those two departments at Harris Group.

Most of them were young. Once the bonfire was blazing, everyone circled up, and the atmosphere was absolutely electric.

Whitney naturally joined her own crew from Prime Bridge, steering clear of Klein.

Someone suggested, “The mood’s just right. Why don’t we play Truth or Dare, the usual?”

Klein had never played before, looking clueless. “Well, how do you play this?”

The person who suggested the game didn’t even plan on counting Klein in.

No one dared to play this game with Mr. Harris.

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actually curion, the person just land icons for him, “Whoever the borde -uitwer whatever we ask, no lying, that’s bruth. Or you pick a card and do whatever crazy dare

Klein gave a casual nod. Sounds pretty fuf. Mind if I jos in?

Who’d have the guts to turn him down?

First spin of the bottle and bam! It lands right de Klein

Everyone burst out laughing and started clapping, chanting. Mr. Harris: Mr. Harris

“Mr. Harris, what’s it gonna be, truth or dare?” someone teased

Playing it safe, Klein went with Truth.

“Come on, who’s got a question for Mr. Harris?” someone called out.

Someone from PrimeBridge boldly raised their hand and said, “Alright, I’ll be brave and ask, how old were you when pos had your first love? And do you still keep in touch with the girl?”

Klein raised his eyebrows, teasing, “Hey, that’s two questions at once.”

“Alright, just pick whichever you want to answer, Mr. Harris,” the guy laughed.

Klein smiled. “I met my first love when I was twenty-four.”

Whitney almost bit through her lips.

Wait, Klein dated someone else before me?’ Whitney thought, her head spinning.

‘Wow, so he’s been hiding his first love from me this whole time? Whitney was not having it.

Everyone was taken aback. “Wow, Mr. Harris, didn’t peg you for a late bloomer!”

The very next spin landed right on Whitney,

Valerie, ever the considerate friend, grinned. “Hey Whitney, I won’t make it too hard on you. Why don’t you just answer the same question as Mr. Harris?”

Whitney, who’d just been grumbling about Klein in her head, suddenly kept quiet.

After all, her first love was actually someone else.

“Uh, twenty,” Whitney mumbled.

Ivan, who knew exactly who she meant, hurried things along. “Alright, skip! Spin the bottle again!”

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